This is much more a Hammer film than a Shaw Brothers, and the quality suffers a lot for it. The mix simply falls flat. Sure, you can gawk at Julie Ege's cleavage, perhaps gasp at the reasonably gruesome horror of the opening scenes, and that's about it.

David Chiang says his lines in English, and he sounds dreadful. The first 30 minutes was all I could stand. A terrible waste of so much talent.